She had one point one million people.

At four thirty I sat on my living room floor with the laptop on the coffee table and the memory card from the smoke detector camera in my hand.

I copied the footage to the encrypted cloud vault Olivia had set up for the audit.

The upload took twelve minutes.

I watched the progress bar and ate the pie I’d carried home in a cardboard box.

Then I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a thick brown envelope.